The Battle for Life Upheld With Death

     I read about it in the newspaper, or I see it on the TV.
Another doctor mamed for doing something he sees as
alright. Yet, when the screams of another woman are heard
in an alley somewhere, from a backstreet clinic nobody does
anything. Women are forced to go there, afraid of what will
happen if they don't. Going to a sanitary place means facing
picket lines, rock-throwing, screaming, and fear. Much fear.

     It's hard for me to understand how people can kill
protesting killers. Blood on their hands but they still point
their fingers. A bloody battle is going on. Anti-choice against
Pro-choice. Anti-contraceptives against planned parenthood.
What if this happens in future generations? I wonder if
anyone will learn anything from this.

    I believe that by pushing for life of something that has not
yet truly lived, is pushing for the death of the entire human
race. Not to mention other species. Overpopulation will
inevitably lead to  destruction. Estimated population of the
world is already up to 5,927,440,859. That's almost 6 billion.
Yet, people still want to bring more and more children into
this world. The more people there are, the more buildings
there will be. More buildings means less room for crops.
Less crops means less food to go around to more people.

     All I can do, really, is hope that no law is passed and that
people will learn from this in the future. They decide the fate
of the entire world. I used to think that freedom was the
keyword here, but now it gets clearer and clearer to me that
it's not. It's politics. Who's well liked and who's not.
Whether they have money or they don't. This battle is over
whether another right should be taken away or not. 

     They can keep their hands off my body. That's right, MY
body. What else can I have the choice of anymore? I can't
pollute my body, I can't control my life, I can't even control
my death! When they think I'm old enough to decide, I hope
I still have the choice to make a decision. A choice NOT to
bring a child into this already crowded and miserable world.
Knowing that in doing so, they'll wish they were never born
anyway. They'll have no back yard to play in, no tree to
climb. Only buildings to look at. People to despise. If my
body is MY temple, then why can't I care for it my own
way?

     If I should ever get raped, and become pregnant from
that, how am I going to deal with a child that reminds me of
that? Putting it up for adoption isn't enough. They say that's
what you should do. Are they adopting children? I wouldn't
be able to deal with not knowing whether or not my child
was being taken care of.  Right-wing conservatives telling me
what to do. I'm fed up. I'm enraged. I guess I'm supposed to
listen and follow. Never question it all.

     Helping the unborn, but not the ones living in a gutter.
Helping overseas, but not the starving here. Forcing women
to a backstreet clinic, or forcing them to reach for a hanger.
I would think it would be better to kill a child who has not
already seen the light than to have it killed by starvation
later. It's all a matter of death now, or death later. 

     At this rate, I will see green grass, trees, and wildlife
turned into office buildings. Farming areas turned to
commercial zones. There used to be a forest near my house,
now there's another house by my house. I should have the
right to life too. I wonder where it went. 

     I want a grassy knole. A forest to sit in and contemplate. I
want MY freedom. I see it being taken away step by step.
Pro-life, anti-contraceptive. It all leads to more death. More
life equals more death, less rights, less food, more money
that we don't have. I see the battle raging on. A battle of
death or death. The death of an unborn child versus the
death of a world. 

     If nobody learns, the world will die. Children that were "saved" will
be killed later. Gruesome deaths I see everyday. I read the censored
news. Nobody has learned from the past. The same mistakes over and
over again. I see it, i read about it. I'll probably have to witness it's
effects first hand, too. I wish I were never born. it makes me part of the
problem. I want to be part of the solution. It's the story of death or
death. Easy death for a torurous death. A story to be learned from.



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